Author Michael Chabon—who’s known for writing a bit about his tribe, the Jews—is railing against the perversity of circumcision. He writes in his new memoir Manhood for Amateurs, "Mutilation [is] the only honest name for this raw act that my wife and I have twice invited men with knives to come into our house and perform, in the presence of all our friends and family, with a nice buffet and Weekend Cake from Just Desserts.”

Recently, when talking with our expecting friends, circumcision came up. When I said I’d be for it, my husband, who is circumcised, gave me a horrified look, as if I’d just said, “Let’s watch NASCAR,” or “I’m going to grow dreadlocks.”

Most adult males born after the ‘50s are circumcised, though more and more parents are choosing to leave their son with a turtleneck. To be honest, I don’t know that I’ve seen an uncircumcised penis outside of an unfortunate incident involving a friend’s dad and his inability to lock the bathroom door. (This is not an invitation, creeps.)